Kate’s doorbell rang at two in the morning. After the third ring, she staggered out of bed in a T-shirt and sweatpants. Daniel pulled on a sweatshirt and followed her to the front door. Kate looked through the peephole and was surprised to see Aaron Flynn looking wild-eyed and agitated. “It’s two in the morning, Flynn. What’s going on?” she asked. “I’m desperate. We have to talk. I need help. I’m afraid.”
Daniel and Kate looked at each other. “Let him in,” Daniel said. “This could be our break.” Kate opened the front door. Flynn had barely stepped inside when he turned and struck her viciously in the head with a gun butt, sending her into the wall. Daniel started forward as Kate slid to the floor, but Flynn extended a. 22 pistol in his direction. “Get inside,” he ordered as he bolted the door. Daniel hesitated. “Do it,” Flynn screamed, pointing the gun at Kate. His hand was shaking badly. Kate was dazed. Blood trickled from a gash on her cheek. Daniel helped Kate to her feet and stepped backward into the living room. “Why couldn’t you stay out of this?” Flynn shouted. “Why did you have to go to Alice Cummings?” Flynn was sweating and his eyes were wild. Daniel knew that he had to keep him talking. “You framed me for murder,” he said. “Now you’re angry because I’m trying to clear my name?” “You stupid bastard. You’re going to die, your girlfriend is going to die, and Cummings is going to die, too, and it’s your fault.”
Daniel was stunned. “You don’t have to kill Alice.” “You put her in this position.” Kate sat on the arm of the couch and put a hand to her head. Daniel took a step forward. “Stop! Iwill kill you,” Flynn said as if to reassure himself that he could do it. Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel saw Kate pull herself together. She was taking in the situation, focusing on Flynn. “I know you’ve got someone at Reed, Briggs who’s helping you,” Daniel said to Flynn. “Tell the cops who it is. We can help you cut a deal.” Kate stood up. “Goddamn it, stop,”
Flynn shouted as he moved the gun between Daniel’s body and Kate’s.
He’d been told to kill them quickly and get out, but he was having trouble pulling the trigger. Daniel lunged. Flynn fired into his torso. Daniel grunted with pain as he hit Flynn with every ounce of his strength. Flynn staggered into the door and fired again, shocked that Daniel hadn’t fallen. The second shot stunned Daniel, but he still had enough strength to drive his thumb into Flynn’s eye. Flynn screamed. Daniel’s knees gave way. Flynn lashed out, using the gun as a club, and knocked Daniel to the floor. As he fell Kate made a spearhead with her rigid fingers and struck Flynn in the larynx. His hands flew to his throat and the gun dropped to the floor. Flynn had trouble seeing and breathing, but he lashed out with a wild punch that caught Kate in the temple, dazing her. Flynn grabbed Kate by the throat. She tried to break the hold, but he kneed her in the stomach and she sagged. A blow to Flynn’s crotch went wide and glanced off his thigh. Kate couldn’t breathe. Her sight dimmed and she lashed out ineffectively in a panic. Flynn smashed her head into the wall and her body grew limp. Then there was an explosion. Blood bathed the side of Flynn’s head and the grip on her throat relaxed. Kate staggered away from Flynn and gasped for air. Flynn fell to the ground. Daniel was on one knee holding Flynn’s gun. Then he toppled over on his back and clutched his stomach, now saturated with blood. Kate dropped beside him. “Oh, God! Daniel!” A wave of nausea swept through him. Daniel’s vision blurred, but he forced himself to speak. “Nine-one-one,” he croaked. “Save Alice Cummings.” “Don’t talk,” Kate said as she pulled up his shirt so she could see the bullet wounds. Daniel tried to give Kate Alice Cummings’s address but he felt like he was lost in a patch of fog. He knew that Kate was talking to him because he could see her lips move, but he couldn’t hear her words. Those lips were the last thing he saw before he slipped away.